Am I the only one who finds the process of putting sources into MLA format incredibly fulfilling?

Zen, even?

Well, nevermind. You'd think this love of mindless chores would also apply to say, washing my dishes or cleaning my room, but then you haven't seen what my room looks like right now. I'm satisfied when I finish cleaning but I guess I don't do it often enough to get addicted to the high. (This observation also applies to exercise.)

Today is the honest-to-goodness last day of classes this term. I've got two papers due at the end of next week and no finals, so hopefully I can make up some hours at work. We had a sort of office party last week and I was told that I should take a set of little computer tools for work at the school, or possibly "for work at the school."

I'm not sure if there was an unspoken invitation to keep the tools and it's going to drive me crazy. My bosses could have just brought the tool set to school next week when they visited instead of giving it to me. So I guess it's mine? Merry Xmas?

Not that the term flew by, excactly, but it's stange to think that I'm a third done with my master's. So this is one-third of the knowledge I'm getting this year? I'll grant that I'm certainly stuffed full of theory now, I suppose that's grad school for you.

Apparently the worst is over. The core course was so freaky, something (read: my preceptor) tells me that the next two terms will seem easy in comparison.